As days pass
I keep asking myself
Why I'm fighting
For something that's almost dead

My efforts are futile
But I don't want to let go
My will to fight isn't there either
But I don't want to stop fighting

The push away
Stronger that the pull in
But still I wanna push in
I wanna get back in
But what if there's no in anymore?

What if I wasn't meant to stay in?
Maybe I'm not wanted in there
I'm probably being laughed at
For not giving up
Maybe I should.